This hell lord is a standard red-skinned devil with two curved horns on his forehead. He has an unflattering face and is as thin as a skeleton. There are two red lights the size of rice grains shining in his eye sockets.
Russell narrowed his eyes slightly and stayed on the Hell Lord's face for a few seconds before settling on his forehead.
The simple bone crown exudes rich energy fluctuations, darkness and flames. It is a status symbol in hell.
The lord of hell, a big figure at the level of a prince, would be at the level of a great devil in the human world.
The Lord of Hell didn't pay attention to Unit 1. With a cold snort, he took out his scythe and swung it straight down at the giant mass of flesh that was running amok.
The power of decaying death rose, and the black mist did not directly cut the meat ball in half, but slowly and slowly corrupted it into black mud.
Soon, most of the white flesh ball disintegrated into mud, as if it was completely dead. The tentacles stopped waving and lay quietly on the ground without moving.
Clang!
The sound of the sword echoed, and a black crescent sword energy shot upwards, instantly tearing apart the dark clouds and darkness of the entire hell.
The Hell Lord's body was split into two, and after slowly healing, he looked towards the direction of the sword energy.
Russell's body was suspended in the air, holding a black flame sword. No matter who the hell lord's name was, he shook the sword in his hand and killed him in front of him with a flash of lightning.
The speed was so fast that the Hell Lord only felt a flash of lightning in front of his eyes, and countless ghosts broke through the layers of space barriers and rushed in front of him in an instant.
Out of conscious instinct, the sickle carrying the power of decay was raised across his chest. Although he blocked the air-piercing blow of the black flame sword, his body was knocked backwards by the overwhelming terrifying force.
I saw a black light rushing into the sky, as if the cannonball could not stop being discharged, and it disappeared in the dark clouds in an instant.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Russell wielded the black flame sword and split the sky with several slashes, scattering the clouds and revealing the figure of the Lord of Hell.
"Who are you?"
"Hey hey hey!"
The brief exchange ended as soon as it started. Russell moved at high speed, and nine clones flashed through the air. He crossed an infinite distance with one step, and flashed in front of the Lord of Hell.
Nine black flame swords blocked the space and slashed down from nine directions. Each sword light carried an unrivaled momentum.
At the critical moment, the sickle in the Hell Lord's hand burst into thick black mist, instantly corroding the cloned figures in all directions.
Then, the sound of breaking through the air was only heard in the sky overhead.
Clang!
The sickle was raised dangerously, and the shock wave visible to the naked eye spread, shaking the dark clouds and spreading out in all directions like a tide.
The stalemate lasted for less than half a second. As Russell struggled to suppress the black flame sword, the Hell Lord fell from the air, and his body hit the scorched earth heavily, causing a loud bang and sending dust flying.
A mushroom cloud rose, a red burning stream spewed out from the center of the impact crater, and the Hell Lord sank into the magma beneath the continent.
Average, okay.
Russell made an assessment in his mind. The strength and ability displayed by this hell lord were only in the middle and lower reaches of the twelve main gods in the previous Olympus world.
He only deserves to be beaten by him!
On the wasteland, the hell creatures quickly dispersed. Seeing their boss being beaten up with their own eyes, these younger brothers ran away without loyalty.
To be honest, in hell, this kind of behavior is quite remarkable.
If he really had no loyalty, he would already be on Russell's side now!
Rumble!!!
The black scorched earth trembled continuously, ups and downs like water waves, red light filled the field, and the lava river splashed into the air due to strong vibrations.
A pair of huge horns broke through the scorched earth, and the huge body of the Hell Lord broke through the ground, slowly revealing its shape.
"Hohohoho——"
The head is still a skeleton of white bones, the upper body is human-shaped, with four slender arms, each shaped like a sickle, and the lower body is six-legged like a dead tree.
The slender, sharp, and curved arthropod tentacles of an arachnid trampled the ground, leaving black holes where magma shot out.
With a dull roar, billowing black smoke enveloped his body, his head and chest were looming, and only a pair of scarlet eyes could be seen clearly.
The black smoke carries strong corrosive properties, and any living thing contaminated will have its flesh and blood melted in just a few seconds, and eventually the bones will melt into sludge.
In fact, corrosion is only a manifestation, and its essence is severe destruction and destruction of vitality. Eliminating vitality will completely kill it from the root.
Transformation is the professional quality that every villain should have!
Looking at the hell lord whose form changed drastically, Russell didn't take it seriously at all. He snapped his fingers and the blood-red sky moved above the flesh ball, crashing down like a big wave with a bang.
Accompanied by the strange sound wave rhythm, the meat ball was resurrected with full blood, and its body became even larger. Its tentacles were afraid of hitting the ground and crawled towards the hell lord.
Four black mist whirlwinds rolled through, cutting into the surface of the meat ball, leaving burnt black cross marks.
The Hell Lord was insensitive to the strange flesh ball and refused to come into close contact with it. However, the size difference between the two sides was too great, and the flesh ball seemed to have evolved antibodies against corrosion, so the black mist became less and less lethal to it.
After three or five moves, the hell lord was wrapped around his body by tentacles and held high in the air.
The black single eye opened on the surface of the flesh ball, and it looked at the Hell Lord for a moment. The white gap opened, turning into a huge mouth of the abyss, and swallowed him alive into the body.
Click! Click! Click————
There was a sound like chewing a crispy shell, the meat ball kept squirming, and there was a roaring struggle inside, as well as an angry and aggrieved roar.
Russell was counting silently in his mind, but before he could count to ten, powerful auras no less powerful than the Lords of Hell were rising from all directions.
"Six, plus the one who was swallowed..."
Russell counted them secretly and wondered: "Is it a coincidence, or is it deliberately made up of seven to imply the seven deadly sins?"
Six figures came quickly and occupied every corner of the sky in less than a moment. Waves of tyrannical aura surged, spreading ancient and powerful power.
That indescribable power filled the sky and the earth of hell, and the vastness seemed to turn the world upside down, causing all hell creatures to wail from the depths of their souls.
Russell raised his eyes and glanced at the six hell lords, or big figures such as demon kings and monarchs. He grinned slightly and spread three pairs of black wings behind his back.
In an instant, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became strange.
Five men and one woman, the six hell lords all looked at the black wings behind Russell in astonishment. The rich darkness could not be faked, it was one of their own.
So, this is a battle where the demon kings of hell alternate power, and they can just watch the show?
Not necessarily, what if it’s an undercover agent from Heaven!
"I'm new here. If I say something wrong, please don't take it to heart."
Russell slowly glanced at the six lords and said politely: "I just want to ask, are you willing to be my lackeys?"
"???"
Question marks floated over the heads of the six lords. They were shocked by Russell's childish words. For a moment, they looked at him as if they were looking at a fool.
"Boy, with your abilities, you are not qualified to challenge the throne of Satan, the King of Demons!"
A strong demon king spoke, mocking for a moment and then continued: "Besides, even if you want to challenge, you have to queue up first. It will be your turn in 20,000 years."
"So that's it, there is already Satan in this world..."
Russell's eyes swept over, and he hit the Hell Lord who opened his mouth with a psychic shock + soul control, and said seductively: "Tell me where Satan's palace is. When I become Satan, you will be my number one lackey."
"..."
The demon king said nothing, his face was ashen and extremely ugly, and he tried his best to resist the powerful spiritual attack.
After a while, he roared angrily, and his body expanded, turning into a winged sheep-hoofed demon with bulging muscles.
He is 100 meters tall, with black skin as solid as a rock, white eyes without eyes, and a head full of long black hair hanging like spikes on his back.
He is very majestic and powerful, but from another perspective, such as Russell's perspective, this hell lord is standard blind.
After transforming into his complete body, the Demon King's strength is greatly increased, and Russell's telepathy can no longer pose a threat to him.
Beside, the other five demon kings were silent for a moment, guessing the reason, and showed their true colors one after another.
For a moment, demons danced in the sky, including the crimson two-horned devil riding a bone dragon, the irregular fog wrapped in mosquitoes and flies, the black phoenix, the dark knight riding a black unicorn with a lance in hand, and the charm with snake hair and scorpion tail and sheep's hooves and claws.
magic.
"It looks so awesome..."
Russell sighed in admiration, his eyes swept over the six demon kings, and finally stopped on the succubus with the goblin face.
There is no way, she is too fierce!
"If you want to challenge Satan, you can. If you defeat us, we will give you the first place."
In the succubus' black eyeballs, the green vertical pupils shrank suddenly, and the invisible impact condensed into hair, piercing Russell's forehead.
With six black wings wrapped around his body, Russell flapped his wings to block the love of the succubus. The moment the other demon kings took action, he disappeared in a flash of lightning.
When he reappeared, Russell had already ducked in front of Miss Succubus. The black flame sword passed through her chest, and the dark hand wrapped around the lightning and pressed on her head covered with snake hair.
There is no other meaning, just pick the soft ones and Russell thinks she is the most ruthless...the weakest.
The succubus was severely injured by a blow, and the snake hair on its head was electrocuted into charcoal. While recovering quickly, the scorpion tail swung its poisonous hook and stabbed Russell hard in the back.
A dark smiling face appeared behind Russell, the red blood line opened its mouth wide, bit the scorpion tail that came to the door tightly, and then destroyed it with one bite.
Swish!!
Amidst the lightning, Russell raised his sword and dropped it, and a bolt of thunder penetrated the sky and the earth, illuminating the hell where monsters and demons had no place to hide.
When he turned around to look at the battlefield, the succubus' body had been destroyed by thunder and lightning, leaving only a snake-haired head in his hand.
"help me……"
The succubus spoke intermittently, biting Russell's arm with snake hair on his head, frantically injecting poison, but to no avail.
"How about being my lackey?"
Russell raised the head of the succubus, and the shadow of the black smiling face hung on its shoulder, screaming silently: "Think about it, I am very sincere!"
At the same time, the meat ball on the ground opened its mouth and spit out a white skeleton with sheep's horns.
Two of the Seven Demon Kings have been seriously injured!